A dandy little story that came to me during a meal, pie is a tricky thing. wouldn't you say? >;) - The Killer
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Tom sat on one knee, tying his shoelace. glancing upon the clock every twenty seconds. worrying that he might miss his bus.
Tom stood up, zipping his coat all the way to his chin. surprisingly anxious to get home.
Making his way towards the front door. Tom shouted a mumbled goodbye to his best buddy, leaving out the front door and down the cold stone steps into the dark night.
Stars light up the sky and moonlight casting shadows on the empty neighborhood streets.
Tom shuddered. pausing while his eyes scanned the dark streets, a sickening melancholy feeling entered his stomach, tonight smelt like toe jam Tom thought dazed.
Snapping out of his thoughts. Tom began to walk quickly, more like sprint. but he clearly didn't care. sure, Tom wasn't the smartest, however. He knew when something was wrong...and something was definitely wrong.
With long strides, he found himself at the bus-stop within what felt like a year when it was really only about thirty seconds. Tom stood there, glancing around nervously and wiping his sweaty palms on his cargo shorts.
Two minutes passed and Tom was fed up, whipping out his flip phone. instantly, "no service" appeared on the screen. "Oh my god, you have got to be kidding me!" He snarled to the small device in his hands.
He was not far from a neighborhood, so why did he have no service? and most importantly, why did it sound like a deformed person was breathing raggedly by his ear?
Tom spun around. his flip-phone flying out of his hand and smacking against the humid pavement somewhere out of sight, Tom didn't give it a second glance. His eyes searching the almost pitch darkness around him intently.
"Oh shit... " Tom muttered, knowing he had no phone. and then there was that tricky, oh very sticky feeling in his gut that was trying to shoo him along and faintly shouting "Go! shoo, get out of my sight!"
Instead, Tom did nothing. standing there and glancing around, clearly unsure. until a eerie, ear splitting *screech* of metal against the worn pavement caused Tom to practically piss his pants. biting his tongue so he didn't scream.
And then he seen it. the gleaming metal of what appeared to be a bike handle shone dimly in the darkness. ohmygod! ohmygod! Tom mentally chanted in his head, his breathing hitched. is there someone there?
"H-.. He-llo?" Tom wanted to slap himself. he sounded like a little girl, obviously not a very good thing. especially if it were to be a pedophile.
oh shut up brain Tom thought irritably, not wanting to scare himself shitless. finally, He cleared his throat. "Uhh, hi? is... anyone there?" Tom fumbled to form sentences, sweating increasingly wetting his forehead.
Silence. everything seemed to pause. there was no noise, no noise Tom could hear atleast.
A not very big yet, not really small bike launched towards Tom. tumbling into his legs and sending him stumbling backwards. a sickening crack sounded as Tom's ankle twisted and turned itself while the bike still speed out of control.
And the wheels smashed right over Tom's mangled ankle. wheezing in pain and huffing for air, He laid sprawled on the cold pavement that felt wet for some reason.
Tom laid there, on the freezing pavement. deciding he had enough courage, he sat up on his elbows. groaning in protest. His eyes scanned the scenery around him before landing on what looked like a pasty white bone with a thin slab of pale unhealthy skin covering it protruding from the pitch black darkness before him.
"What the.. f-.." Tom got cut off when a long fleshy arm that looked similar to the leg reached out and wrapped it's sticky hands that smelled of tape and armpit sweat around Tom's mouth and lower face. "Mmmmm!..." the moist flesh surprisingly muffed Tom's words, fighting against him.
With undeniably odd strength. Tom's head met the unforgiving pavement and was brought up once more. before being slammed down again, almost falling unconscious.
The wounded fleshy hand launched itself forth. forcing Tom's jaws to part, long slender decaying fingers found their way into his mouth, instantly giving him the taste of skincells, decay and soggy flesh.
Tom's entire face felt paralyzed while three of his teeth got mercilessly yanked out in a row. His head flew back at the impact, sending him backwards as pain exploded through his jaw and gums. Tom's head made contact with the solid pavement and he was sent into a dreamless state.
*1 year later*
"Derek Denis was found brutally murdered and gagged behind Minie's Coffeesho-" Tom turned off the tv, chuckling to himself.
Reaching up and tapping his fingers along the three swollen sockets. Derek Denis was the bus driver who skipped Tom's street. who could have prevented what happened to Tom by doing his job and picking people up.
Tom grinned to himself silently, I mean. after all, Tom wouldn't be missing three teeth if he would he been picked up, right?
